When someone came by to see Mallorie today, I proudly held Mallorie on my lap, demonstrating the new squirt bottles we have been using for Mal's tube feedings. Matthew had just quickly blended up a nice blend containing baby food chicken, pureed beets, peaches, and milk. As the bottle warmed on the table nearby, I excitedly told her about how we've been so successful at getting solids into Mallorie without causing constipation, and how nice that is. How over-pooping is so much better than constipation. And then I started showing her how it's done.
In the sentence, "Matthew had just quickly blended up a nice new blend, ..... pureed beets, ....." the words quickly and beets might be the key words.
Because about 2/3 into the feeding, I hit a point where I couldn't squeeze the food out anymore. So I squeezed harder. And it splattered all over Mallorie, me, the table, carpet, my calendar. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was also all over Alicia. And the paperwork she had brought with her.
Red-faced, I turned to Alicia and said, "At least it was you. And not someone else."
Whatever that stupid sentence meant! So now I'm sure she left here wondering why I might have thought it was better to spray her clothes with staining beets and pureed meat than someone else.
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6 comments:
oops.
when Dovi was a baby, my bil was feeding him-his tube of expressed breast milk. Which Dovi swatted with his little baby arms-all over my brother in law's face!
He never fed Dovi again :)
I am willing to bet Alicia is totally understanding. She knows what you meant. I am so glad Mal's feeding are working so well and the constipation issue, yippee. I was so glad to see a post. I was almost giving up. Not that I am ungrateful, but please Carley give us a pic. We need our Malorie fix. i can do the picture thing but I hate to write.
Oh No! This kind of thing happens to us all the time! I'm sure that your friend understands!
When I came home, my dogs were the only ones that noticed the food splatter. I think they thought I had brought them dinner....
Connie, what's a friend for.
A friend is someone you can make memories with...
I know this will go into the Humorous Chapter of your memory bank for a long time..
Love you both....
Alicia
See, Alicia isn't upset. :) I hate when I say something and immediately go "What did I just say?" LOL
That's a perfect Not Me! post for sure!! :) Love you and so glad to hear that she's doing well. I've been thinking about you so much and been SLACKING on checking in... Let's talk soon!
Love ya,
Kenzie
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